And my brother has a girl friend who takes him out and he is too young to be out walking with a girl and who knows what they are up to?  Nana seems okay with this, maybe even grateful and Grandpa is just whistling Dixie so I sit myself down by the window and watch out for them.

I doubt they are being naughty but these are uncertain times.  I am just saying...

So my brother's name is Winston. He is a British Cream Golden Retriever who will not return a thing.  Unlike me, it is not his dignity that causes him to not retriever. It is his contrary nature. I do not understand this as Grandpa is British and he Retrieves but Winston will not.

Nana says it is because his inhibition button is stuck on "I won't". Grandpa says it is because he is a badly behaved dog.  Nana says he is really lovable (ha!).  Grandpa says she is spoiling him. I say he is a badly behaved spoiled - rotten excuse of a dog.

Today was a perfect example.  I was minding my own business, sniffing the grass at the post box when Winston goes NUTS and I amble over to meet the Belgium melly-something and Winston is pulling Nana into what is clearly going to be a un-United Nations international incident and I am YELLED at to GET OVER HERE!. I miss out on making a friendship and get unceremoniously hauled home where I am scolded vigorously over something I didn't do.  Winston was the BAD DOG.  Not me.  Clearly I need Unca Bob because I want to Sue someone. Frank is busy but Sue should do something.  I need re-com-pense.  Instead all I got was a fence.  Bob.  Pense. Pence? Shillings Spice?  I don't know but Grandpa better call someone.

Pence.  Isn't he someone I should know?  I will call him.  He is probably not busy. 

Hello.  Contrary to the rumors, Dogs do have 11 lives.  Nana, unfortunately has only one so there is lots to tell you because she has been neglectful and she is sorry.

I have a brother.  He is ornery, difficult, obstreperous, a thief, chewer of pillows, eater of nails, inclined towards felonious behavior, cat chaser, bird stalker, tree climber, wood eater, jumper-upper, rabbit chaser (he ain't caught a rabbit and he ain't no friend of mine) (although in all fairness I chased the rabbit momentarily until I noticed it was a bunny) and sheds.

So.  Nana is shamelessly using my blog to flog her favorite shoes - which my brother ate (sorry Grandpa didn't know) which are Salt water sandals.  He ate the brown ones, not the navy ones because we are Navy people and they are out of the country and thus safe from his teeth.
Nana has other people - lets call them girls - in her life.  6 of them and they all had pink salt waters and they would wade in the ocean on Saturday and Nana would rinse them and the girls would wear them, bright and PINK to Church the next day.  Nana loves her salties and my brother got a FIRM discussion with the penny can (which scares the stuffing out of him and me) and Nana sprayed them with Bitter Apple and my brother will not be touching those again.

And now, those girls have girls and guess who wears salties? Yup.  All the girls.  And the boys, who will not wear pink are up the Creek without a paddle.

I have webbed feet so I don't need salties.  But I love them.  Secret.  Don't tell. bbfn. That is French for bye bye for now.  

This is Nana.
So as it turns out, Bailey was not just moping about his loss in the election.  He was limping so he went to the Vet - as in OUR Vet, whom we love because his hands know Bailey - and is a Morris Foundation Hero Vet  - and Bailey is sick.

He is so connected that he has much the same problem in his back as I do.  And he has Valley Fever.  Dr. Hudman has given Bailey meds for pain and to treat the Valley Fever which is some kind of a fungus that you can get when you like in the Valley of the Sun.  Spores are in the dust.  It is not contagious but it can wear a dog down.  Bailey is sleeping a lot as his body fights.  Of course he, like me, has been on a diet now for 4 years and has gained 4 pounds.  Mildly stated, he is a Big Dog.

Please send your prayers, warm thoughts and love in our direction.  There are many who depend on Bailey's wisdom and generous spirit to make it through each day.  We know life can be hard, that it in fact IS hard but Bailey was given to us all to help us learn unconditional love for each other, unwavering faith in the goodness and potential of mankind and complete forgiveness for what we are and for what we are not.

He loves you.  You.  As do I. 

We will keep in touch.

I lost.

I am not going to say that it was the fault of rigging.  Or the fault of the DEA. Or the fault of the ASPCA.

But...

Those darn cats.



We are in morning.  No, we are in evening.  As in I will get evening.  wid da tats.

SO, just to show you how popular I am...look at my signs!  I did not pay for this, it was a donation from a dear heart who knows the truth about cats, freedom and license laws. 

Thank you dahling, whoever you are!  I love you too.

 

Is this great or what???!!!

I have to admit, we are getting down to the wire.  Nerves are on edge, the banks are on meds for anxiety, and the Canadian brides are lined up at Nogales border crossing. 
Nana is calm.  Of course she is always calm because who can bear the idea of a Nana being UPSET??

I am calm.  I went to the spa, SEE?

I am so stressed that I am SHEDDING!
You are going to vote for me right????
I need this job!
And I think I look presidential...I don't have an email account OR a comb-over.  I am the perfect candidate!